Still thinking about Halloween

Just so you're all aware, Phoebe sat by Daddy for dinner, but she's going to sit by me on Halloween. And she's going to say all the prayers on Halloween, too—so nobody else even think about it. 

We have to read The Ghosts Went Floating every day. 

And we have to think about how to be spookier and spookier. 

And we're going to get so much candy and have so much fun. 

Phoebe could talk about Halloween until the cows come home (and we don't have any cows, if that gives you an idea of how long we'd be waiting for that to happen). 

Anyway, we went on a walk today and Miriam was talking about what she might want to be for Halloween. She found some costume ideas from the 1920s that she thought was charming. But she also picked up a trench coat a the trading tables event our stake hosted a few weeks ago. 

"What do you think, Phoebe—should I be a butterfly or a detective?"

"A butterfly!" Phoebe answered quickly. 

"What answer did you think you were going to get out of her?" I asked.

"I dunno. Phoebe, do you even know what a detective is?" Miriam asked. 

"Yes," she said. "Detectives are like...smoke detectors."

"Mmmm...yes...pretty spooky stuff right there," I said. 

"Yes!" Phoebe agreed. "It would be so scary for you to go as a smoke detective!"

She hates smoke detectors about as much as drains (she flies into an absolute frenzy whenever a smoke detector goes off—she hates them so much!). To scare her further, Miriam said, "Do you think I should go as a smoke detector or...as a vacuum?"

"Wow!" Phoebe gasped. "So many scary things to be on Halloween!"

Phoebe is still afraid of the vacuum. She also doesn't pick up on sarcasm very well yet.

But she did have a blast picking up oak worms—a sure sign that autumn is approaching.